Kaichou's Dreams Ch.8
The sun was setting in the sky and Misaki had just pulled up into their driveway, exhausted from working with a client who wouldn't heed her advice. She drove into their garage, turned off the ignition, closed the garage door, and entered the house.
"I'm home," Misaki said weakly. She walked down the short hallway and into the kitchen where she placed her purse and briefcase on the counter.
"Hello? Is anyone here?" Misaki called out. Usually their daughters, 8-year old Yuri and 4-year old Nanami would come out from one of their rooms with their nanny to greet her when Usui was working at the clinic. Misaki started getting worried. She walked into the living room to see if maybe they were playing hide and seek.
"Alright girls you can stop hiding from me now. I want to see your happy faces!" Misaki called out, looking around the room. She neither saw nor heard a living being, just a book lying on the arm of the couch.
"I'm here mommy!" a somewhat forced, high pitched voice, said behind her. She then felt a hand cover her eyes and an arm wrap around her waist.
"Gah! Takumi what are you doing?" Misaki asked.
"I'm not Daddy, it's me Yuri!" the same high pitched voice said.
"Takumi you can quit the act…I know it's you…" Misaki said sternly.
Takumi chuckled. "I just thought I'd surprised you," he said. He then released his hands off of her and she turned around to face him. She noticed that he was still wearing the dress shirt and tie he wore to work, along with his pair of spectacles.
"Takumi, why is it so quiet? Where are the girls and Ms. Vernon?" Misaki asked him.
"They're not here…" Takumi said smiling.
"What do you mean they're not here Takumi?! It's 6 pm!" Misaki yells.
"Relax…the girls are over at the Ingle's house and I gave Ms. Vernon the day off," Takumi reassured her, taking off his glasses and placing them on the end-table near the sofa. He began loosening the tie around his neck.
"But shouldn't we go pick them up? It's time for...," Misaki trailed off as Takumi wrapped his tie around her back, pulling her closer to him.
"Dinner? Ah, I forgot to mention that they are sleeping over there too…," Takumi said, smirking at her.
"Takumi…you didn't. YOU DID NO-," Takumi placed a finger against Misaki's lips, hushing her.
"We haven't had any time together since our last anniversary," Takumi whispered. He leaned in closer towards her ear.
"But that was just a date night, this time we need some real alone time," he said huskily.
Misaki blushed at the close contact and his tone. She admitted it had been a long time since they were alone together, but the situation right now felt so strange. No kids. No nanny. Just her and Takumi. She didn't know what to do.
"I-I guess…it has been…a while…" Misaki finally uttered out. Her mind was so fuzzy that she couldn't think straight.
Takumi started a trail of kisses from the crook of her neck up to her jawline. Misaki closed her eyes in response to the sensation, trying to hold back the gasp that wanted to escape her lips. She didn't want to give him too much satisfaction. Takumi then placed a quick kiss on her lips and Misaki opened her eyes.
"So…do you remember our first time?" Takumi asked, letting go of the tie that was pulling them together and wrapping his arms around her waist.
"….yeah. Yeah….I do…," Misaki said slowly, slightly in a trance. "You kissed me on top of our school building…"
Takumi laughed lightly. "I'm not asking about that first time, I'm asking about our other first time."
Misaki stared at him blankly. "What other first time is there?"
"Let me give you a hint." Takumi unbuttoned his dress shirt, tossed it aside, and then pulled off his undershirt. Misaki blushed looking at his torso.
"How is it that after almost 10 years of marriage his body still looks the way it did when we got married?" Misaki thought.
Takumi then backed her up against the wall near their sofa, caging her with his arms. He leaned in closer to her face.
"Do you get it now…Misaki?" Takumi asked seductively.
"You mean…the first time you caged me like this, back when I was dressed as a male at Maid Latte…?" Misaki asked, her face now entirely red.
Takumi laughed. "You really have no idea what I'm talking about do you?"
"N-no…" Misaki admitted. Takumi smirked, swept her off her feet into his arms, and carried her bridal style up the stairs and into their bedroom. He then laid her down on their bed and got on top of her. Misaki's eyes widened in realization.
"Um… I…I think I know what you were referring to…now…" Misaki said.
"Hahaha, finally. But you are adorable when you're clueless," Takumi said, poking her in the forehead. Misaki pouted in response.
"So…shall we begin…Misa-chan?" Takumi asked, smiling mischievously at her.
Misaki responded with the same smile on her face. "Alright…perverted outer-space alien."
Misaki awoke to finding herself under the bed sheets with Takumi's arms wrapped tightly around her.
"Whew…thank goodness that was a dream…" Misaki whispered to herself.
"What was a dream?" Takumi whispered.
"Wha- you're awake?" Misaki asked.
"Yep. So…what was a dream?" he asked.
"Well…I dreamed that you sent the girls off to the Ingle's house just so you could spend some alone time with me, and for other…reasons…" Misaki said, a blush creeping up on her face.
"Ohh, sounds very familiar…very familiar…" Takumi said in a sarcastic tone.
"What's with that tone?" Misaki asked. Takumi chuckled.
"You just dreamed what actually happened yesterday evening, Misa-chan."
"WHAT? Then…that means the girls aren't here?" Misaki asked.
"Yep, you can go check their rooms if you want," Takumi suggested.
Misaki immediately tore the sheets off of her and got off the bed, but felt very… cold. She looked down to realize that she was completely naked.
"Oh shit…OH SHIT!" Misaki exclaimed, getting back under the covers right away. "You weren't lying! It really DID happen!" She buried her face in her hands. Takumi chuckled and embraced her, bringing her head closer to his chest.
"Yep…everything you dreamed did happen Misa. And you seemed to enjoy it too," Takumi said playfully, stroking her hair.
"Ughh…sometimes I wonder why I married you…" Misaki groaned.
"That's easy, because I'm your sexy, perverted outer-space alien," Takumi said smiling.
"Yep…you're definitely a perverted alien," Misaki agreed. "Though I don't know about sexy…"
"Hmmm, I think you're lying," Takumi stated.
"What makes you think that?" Misaki asked.
"Because I saw the way you looked at me when I took off my shirt," Takumi said with an impish grin on his face.
Misaki lifted her face from her hands. "Crap…he noticed…" Misaki thought.
"But I won't force you to admit it, I'll give you a break this time," Takumi said, kissing the top of her head.
"Heh, thanks Takumi…" Misaki muttered, snuggling into his chest.
